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Lord Blackwell
A incredibly tired Fritz came down to the counter where his coffee was waiting. He sipped it and perked up a bit. Wow, I REALLY do not like the morning, huh? he thought with a small grimace. "Blackwell! He's here! I've read some of his wildlife books. Honey, i'm going out to meet him." said someone loudly across the street. "Books? He must be an adventurer! What could he teach me? Maybe if he isn't royalty, or at least not a royal snob, and not likely to insult a honest buisness, I could get a conversation...No, I spent way too much time sleeping late. I have to stay here. hopefully he comes my way!" he said half-heartedly, not believing it possible.
"Swords, Tools and Armors Sold and Repaired Here!" he yelled, repeating it a multitude of times. "Oh well, whatever. Might as well read my book on Elbian birds. The one with the mohawk looking plume is funny." he thought aloud. He thought of a little song, and having nothing else to do, sung it: "The birds and the bees...for all to see, inhabit Elbion high in the trees. they are as plentiful as a dog's fleas. The man in the city housing me, happens to be an expert on the nature we see." he finished with a smirk.
There was someone coming down the path. He sat in wait, wondering who it was. "Ho! Do you need anything repaired or made?" he ventured.
A incredibly tired Fritz came down to the counter where his coffee was waiting. He sipped it and perked up a bit. Wow, I REALLY do not like the morning, huh? he thought with a small grimace. "Blackwell! He's here! I've read some of his wildlife books. Honey, i'm going out to meet him." said someone loudly across the street. "Books? He must be an adventurer! What could he teach me? Maybe if he isn't royalty, or at least not a royal snob, and not likely to insult a honest buisness, I could get a conversation...No, I spent way too much time sleeping late. I have to stay here. hopefully he comes my way!" he said half-heartedly, not believing it possible.
"Swords, Tools and Armors Sold and Repaired Here!" he yelled, repeating it a multitude of times. "Oh well, whatever. Might as well read my book on Elbian birds. The one with the mohawk looking plume is funny." he thought aloud. He thought of a little song, and having nothing else to do, sung it: "The birds and the bees...for all to see, inhabit Elbion high in the trees. they are as plentiful as a dog's fleas. The man in the city housing me, happens to be an expert on the nature we see." he finished with a smirk.
There was someone coming down the path. He sat in wait, wondering who it was. "Ho! Do you need anything repaired or made?" he ventured.